So I managed to make myself cold,   Just like I wanted to.   So I managed to be buried in snow.   I thought that wearing white   Would make me good,   Bring out my eyes,   I thought virtue could be mine.   We already know that there's no rock   To buy the things we need to live,   So we must open our mouths,   And close our eyes, and tilt back our heads   And lift up our arms.      Travelling north to winter nights   Was how I planned on getting pure   And frozen white, soft and snakey northern lights.   I stood, and yes, I managed   To wash my face there in the snow,   Clean the crud from my eyes   And gasp and see dawn.   The first rays of light coming over the hill   Clearly belted out..      Let's get out of the romance.   Let's get out of the romance.   But still I had my hopes   Of how picturesque I would be   Watching the sunrise, so the sun surprised.   It was on the other side. I gasped,   I turned and re-opened my eyes   And felt size rise   To clear and towering words.   I sang along...      Let's get out of the romance.   The sweetness in the world looks so gross in that disguise.   Let's get out of the romance.   The sweetness in the world looks so gross in that disguise.   Let's get out of the romance.   There's only one way.   Let's get out of the romance.   Say "Goodbye" and "No"   Let's get out of the romance.   (Phil saying stuff..)   etc.